Damien Prince Net Worth Novels & Stories

EPISODE 4: Searching for one Damien shook the hand of the man sitting opposite him and smiled. His eyes shone beneath the sky and his hair danced and bounced with each move he made. A business deal was done and dusted and once again, his territory had been expanded. It was something to be proud of, something to be excited about, something to want too merry for. And yes, he would feast again to celebrate this new expansion and let the world know that he wasn’t going to stop.

"You have to steal important files from Damian's office for me..." He said handing her a pendrive... "Transfer all the data in this pendrive from his computer. I will transfer the money in your account..." "How much?..." She asked giving him all her attention... "10 million dollars..." He replied smirking... "I want 20, it's risky..." She demanded... He raised his eyebrows amused... "Fine, but I want it tomorrow..." "Consider it done..." She replied smirking....

The fact that he didn’t satisfy Dani’s need explained a lot about what kind of man he was. I studied him for a moment. “And here I thought Deck Humphries wasn’t involved with mobs.” I stood up and buttoned my suit. “It’s disappointing, really. Your father must be proud of you.” “I know who you are. You’re a mob, too. That’s why I agreed to this meeting.” I laughed and shook my head. “So you want a more powerful mob to invest in your nightclub, is that it?” “Three million, Damian.” “It’s Damiano. And no. I’m a legit businessman.”

Betraying kind hearted prince Damien ain't willful but prince Drake has me stuck within an inevitable spot and survival seems the major priority regardless cost and price attached. "Why the delay,spill it out Chris,what news have you beneficial towards my aim?" Prince Damien inquires, staring both eagarly and impatiently at my reluctant expression. "Quit irrelevant delays and set loose the cat from the bag!" Again he orders, slightly heightening his voice pitch, signifying his brewing rage. Nah not me,I ain't sliding towards prince Drake's enraged personality, never. I thought. "Well earlier today, prince Damien snuck past the packs boundaries. As narrated,he headed towards a beautiful lake,

she replied as she gets a cup and fills it with a caramel latte. I laughed. “What’s the use of the internet? Search for it,” I suggested. She scratched her left eyebrow and give the cup to the girl who’s standing in front. “That’s the problem. We only know him by his name, but we don’t know how he looks like. He has no pictures on the internet.” Mysterious. “What’s his name?” “Prince Damian. He’s the crown prince, next to the throne. The future King of Denmark. A year older than us, taking up Business Ad—same us yours. But he may be in the higher year. Who knows? Or maybe he just got his masters or what.”

“There’s people here who don’t like me.” “But why wouldn’t they like you? You seem nice enough,” I replied. “I haven’t heard any of the other help say anything about you.” “It’s complicated,” Prince Damien says. “Well, explain it,” I demanded, much to his surprise. “I can’t,” he said quietly as he folded his arms across his chest. “Try,” I pushed. “Honestly, it’s not your business, it’s mine,” the prince replied. “Oh, don’t give me that shit,” I barked, my anxiety and irritation boiling over. “You’re here, calling me out in the middle of the night, telling me people might have it out for me here…and I’m not allowed to know why?!”

“And these three are?” The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His bodyguards didn’t move, but their watchful eyes tracked my every movement. “I’m Damian,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “Damian Cross.” The name hit me like a jolt. Everyone in the city knew who Damian Cross was—one of the youngest, most successful businessmen in the country. He was a billionaire, a man whose name was synonymous with power and wealth. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

About the suspicious timing of investor withdrawals. Find newer articles about Damien's comeback. How he rebuilt from nothing. How he's now worth almost as much as Julian, maybe more. How he's ruthless, brilliant, and reportedly still holds a grudge. Against Julian. I stare at his photo a professional headshot from a business magazine. Older now, sharper. But those eyes are the same. The same eyes that looked at me in that car. The same voice that said *Pumpkin* like he knew me. Like he remembered me even though I don't remember him.

Prince leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Oh, I think you will be.” Damien stopped walking. Something in Prince’s tone made his instincts sharpen. “What are you talking about?” The prince smirked. “You know that little friend of yours?” Damien’s expression darkened. “Choose your next words carefully.” Prince ignored the warning. “Soren Vale.” The name hit Damien like a spark. “What about him?” Prince’s grin widened. “Funny thing about Soren…” He leaned in closer. “He’s not exactly what he claims to be.”